[Variety Drama] Mobility Scourge

"Lucida, please call me if you remember anything."

Reid said this to Lucida before leaving, Lucida made an 'OK' gesture and smiled at Reid: "Of Course!"

Reid also smiled at Lucida, but when he turned his head and saw Morgan's playful expression, the little doctor glared at him with his harmless eyes, and silently said "shut up" to Morgan. Mouth.

After Lucida closed the door, she saw Alex staring at her quietly with his small face. Unlike Morgan looking at Reid with teasing eyes, Alex looked at Lucida with the eyes of a fool, and Lucida puffed up her cheeks. Stare back: "What?!"

"you like him."

Alex said with certainty, and nodded while speaking, as if he would not change the conclusion, but Lucida didn't deny it, which made Alex twitch his eyes: "You like that bamboo pole?!"

"It's just... a little good feeling."

Lucida pursed her lips, and her eyes became wandering. Alex raised his eyebrows and snorted coldly: "Oh? What good thing did he do to make you have a 'little' favor?"

Alex put an emphasis on 'a little', Lucida pursed her lips and remained silent, but the corners of her mouth were bent, as if recalling something happy: "It was in college... I didn't pay attention once, my thesis was published A bitch stole it."

Speaking of this, Lucida twitched the corner of her mouth and said in a disgusted tone: "That bitch is doing well in FAS because of my thesis."

Thinking of that time, Lucida's heart was on fire, the thesis that that bitch gave a speech on the stage was hers, and she stole her thesis! Lucida's lottery was very late, and Lucida didn't have the time in the United States to be Sherlock Holmes to prove that the other party stole her paper. She could only rush out another paper as soon as possible to complete the afternoon speech.

The speech at that time was related to the qualification examination for physics professor later on. Of course, Lucida had the qualification but gave up afterwards, which is another matter.

"Then I had to write a paper as fast as I could in the library and turn it in, I spent three hours writing that paper on the conserved quantities of the Fokker-Planck equation, and I had six papers to look at, and then... …Spencer showed up."

Lucida actually always remembers, that summer afternoon, the teenager was wearing a white shirt with a refreshing lemon scent on his body. He stood shyly beside him and pointed out the arguments for her with a soft voice. His reading volume of 1 words per minute Help her read all the literature within two hours and act as her living dictionary.

"He helped me complete the application of the scheduling algorithm and the calculation of the decoy effect, the conserved quantity of the Fokker-Planck equation, the relationship between the linearized equation of the system's motion equation and its adjoint equation, and the divergence expression in the full Euler calculation. The characteristic of being zero under the action of the multiplier is to obtain the conserved quantity of the motion system by introducing the conserved quantity multiplier.”

speak English!

Alex twitched the corner of his mouth: "He helped you finish the thesis, so you have a good impression of him?" This kind of favor...why is it a bit cheap.

"I know it sounds ordinary, but... you know, at that time, I was more angry than knowledgeable. I had a thesis that I had been preparing for a month was stolen, and I had to spend three I wrote a hot paper within an hour, and when I got on the podium, what I wanted to say the most was 'You are the son of abitch!', so to speak, at that time..."

Lucida pursed her lips and smiled lightly:

"He saved me, you know." Lucida shrugged as she said that, "However, maybe he forgot, after all, we have very little contact."

"..."

Alex opened his mouth, but still didn't say anything, it was indeed very ordinary, but maybe, at that time, to Lucida who was driven crazy by the paper, that thin bamboo pole was Lucida's savior, the person who rescued people from the predicament would embrace him. Favorable. Lucida may be a genius, but she is not a theoretical genius. Lucida does not necessarily have a wealth of knowledge, a super memory or the ability to see ten lines at a glance, but the biggest advantage of Lucida is her strong absorption ability. It is a practical genius to understand and then apply it to practice.

Alex pouted, he always had a hunch that this thin bamboo pole must be a dangerous element.

******

"Hey, guess what I found for you~~"

A cheerful female voice came from the other end of the communicator. People familiar with the owner of this voice would laugh unconsciously. The fancy-dressed woman sitting in front of the computer would always say some witty words to make them happy.

"Oh Baby, what did you find?"

Morgan was very interested in joking with Garcia. The two have always been dear and precious to each other. The team members of BAU are used to each other. Garcia deliberately coughed and announced in a solemn tone: "I found out that the first case of your case a victim."

"Who?"

"Candice fergus."

The name stunned everyone for a moment.

"Isn't this the name of the No.2 victim?"

Elle said what everyone was thinking, and Garcia certainly knew everyone's doubts. She snorted twice and continued: "Candicefergus, the victim of the 'Los Angeles Stigmata' in 1966, until 70 years, the Los Angeles Stigmata The total number of victims was 13."

"Killed 4 people in 13 years, why did they commit crimes again after 40 years?"

What Reid doubts most is this point, the time between committing crimes is too long.

Most likely copycat killing.

"Oh, and this next point is what matters, Croningiles was arrested by LAPD in 1970, he confessed to 13 murders, and then he died of prison violence in '74."

"The murderer was caught then?" Is this case a copycat crime?

"Actually... Although the murderer has been caught in this case, it has not been closed and is still listed as an unsolved case."

The information Garcia gave was obvious. Although the murderer was caught, the case was not closed. As a case that was investigated publicly at that time, there was only one such result. The murderer caught at that time was not the real murderer.

"Two new victims, one of whom has the same name as the previous victim..." Gideon paused: "It's not a coincidence, it's not a copycat crime, it's him, and he told everyone: He's back."

After 40 years.

"40 years ago, he killed 13 people, so why did Giles admit that he killed people? Although the case was a public investigation at that time, how did Giles know these details? The posture of the corpse, the inscription on his hand The stigmata, all the documents said that the victim had a 'stigmata' wound on the palm of the victim, the police named the stigmata because the injured part was consistent with the stigmata, but in fact, the traditional type of stigmata is similar to The nail marks are like the wounds of Jesus' crucifixion, so apart from the police, only the murderer knows the details of the cross wounds."

Reid licked his lower lip, which was his most common gesture.

Hotch rubbed his fingers over the document: "Giles is just a clown, he wants to get attention, he wants to show off, these details...Giles heard it from the real prisoner, it is possible that the real prisoner and Giles are in the same prison , he was arrested for other reasons, so he couldn't continue to commit crimes, and he re-offended after 40 years because..."

"He was released."

Morgan took over after Hotch.

"Garcia, look up the same prison as Croningiles for any recent releases."

"OK~"

There was a clatter of keyboards on the other end of the communicator, and Garcia's speed and efficiency never disappointed: "There are two people, Maxwell Warren, 64 years old, released two months ago, volunteering at the Sangabriei Church, and one Tout Hall, 63, was paroled a month ago and volunteers at Pulitzer Church."

"Church, this is in line with the profile of the unknown suspect being a Christian fanatic." Reid frowned: "The murderer put the two victims in a peaceful posture, and his attitude towards the victim is obviously more attractive to him than the alive posture." Respect, he does not feel guilty towards the victims, but as a sacrificial ceremony, for him, these girls are sacrifices."

"He may choose the victim in the church. JJ, you and Elle will go to the victim's home and ask if their parents have been to church. Reid and Morgan go to the Sangabriei church to ask about Maxwell Warren. Gideon and I go to the Pulitzer church. Garcia, look up the common ground among the past victims, as well as the detailed information of Maxwell Warren and Tout Hall, and compare the names of the 13 victims. Is there any girl aged 13-18 in this city with the same name? The murderer will definitely continue committed the crime, we need to stop him before the victim is selected."

"Wow, that's a lot of work! But I can do it! Of course I can! Queen Garcia is invincible!"

As he said that, there was another crackling sound from the communicator.

******

"Please! Please! Let us out! He has a fever and he needs to go to the hospital!!"

The woman's mournful cry kept begging, but every prayer was silently rejected.

"No, the devil is in his body, you can't let him out, he can only be here, don't worry, God will save him."

The man yelled at the woman. Although the last sentence contained comforting elements, it was much stiffer. The woman was crying, crying with the boy in her arms, and the child in her arms was whimpering in pain, her face was red, and the forehead was constantly popping out. Sweating, he struggled to open his eyes to see the picture in front of him clearly, but most of them were blurred, his mind was in a trance, but he could feel the woman's tears falling on his face, he seemed to see that The man's ferocious expression and indifferent eyes.

"No! God will not save him, what he needs is treatment! He has been burning for three days and three nights, and he will not be able to hold on if this continues! Please! Let me take him to the hospital! He is Your son!!!!"

"It is because of my son that the Lord will save him. I am a loyal servant of the Lord, and the Lord will definitely protect him!"

The boy gasped in pain, but it was more painful because of his father's indifference. Believe in God?If God really existed, there wouldn't be so many people suffering in the world.

"No...you can't do this, you can't..."

The woman hugged the boy tightly, and looked at the man with reprimanding eyes. The man opened his eyes wide and shouted as if he had discovered some terrible truth: "You don't believe in the existence of the Lord! You are also a devil! The devil is in your body That's why my son was attacked by demons, I want to expel you, expel you..."

The man suddenly jumped up, grabbed the woman's arm and pushed her to the ground. He subdued the woman and pinched her neck with one hand, and touched the candlestick on the table with the other hand. The tip of the candlestick with no candle inserted He stabbed fiercely into the woman's palm and pinned her to the ground.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!!"

The woman cried out in pain, she screamed: "NO!!!!"

The boy stared blankly at the scene in front of him, and the scream in his throat was choked in his throat because of his weakness.

"To shut up!"

"Help!!!!"

"No, no, no, you shouldn't scream, you are a sacrifice, you should feel supremely honored."

"Do not!!!!"

The boy watched his mother being nailed through his hands by his father, breathing became more and more difficult as the choked throat was strangled, and a row of crosses was carved on the forehead. The boy's feverish head seemed to be burned out, making him quickly Breathing, the shocking picture in front of him was deeply engraved in his mind.

******

"Morgan, I have a question."

"Oh, the encyclopedia also has questions?"

"To be honest, killers usually hurt others in the same way that others hurt themselves. The murderer chooses this way to kill the victim, not only because it is a sacrificial ceremony, a sacrifice, which must have its own meaning, what Things triggered the murderer to make this happen."

Morgan touched his chin: "He may have seen similar rituals before."

There were only a few people in the Sangabriei church. Morgan found the pastor in the church, and Reid was watching the crowd. One person caught Reid's attention. It was a strong man from the back, but Reid walked to his side. At that time, his side face made Reid estimate that he was about five or sixty years old. He shaved his cropped head and his temples were a little gray. .

Reid noticed him not only because of the man himself, but also because Reid saw the photo in the man's hand. The yellowed black and white old photos were not well preserved, but the way the man treated them carefully was still not well preserved. It means that the man has been taking out this photo and rubbing it. Reid has seen the woman in the photo. Although it is an old black and white photo, Reid is sure that he has seen it.

Candicefergus, the first victim of the 'Los Angeles Stigmata' in 1966.

"Sorry...I'm an FBI profiler, Dr. Reid, can I talk to you?"

Reid asked softly, the other party raised his head, his eyes were red, he froze for a moment: "FBI?"

The next moment he smiled wryly: "What's the use of the FBI, isn't it that the bastard hasn't been caught yet?"

You can see the close relationship between the man and the girl in the photo, otherwise he wouldn't be so sad, Reid slightly curled the corner of his mouth: "That means you don't believe that Croningiles was the murderer at that time?"

"Do you believe it? Didn't another victim appear a few days ago? The poor girl like Candice, that bastard is back again, and he was never caught at all."

In fact, he was caught, but he was not arrested for the crimes in this case.

"Sir... I assure you, we will catch him."

Reid knew he shouldn't make any promises to the victim's family, but he saw the hope in this man's eyes worn away by the years, and he didn't want to wipe out his last hope.

"Hahaha, that's what LAPD told me 40 years ago. I waited for 40 years, 40 years, but what I waited for was that this bastard appeared again hahaha..."

40 years... There are several 40 years in life, but this man waited for 40 years for his most pure dream and pure love when he was young, in order to give himself an answer and an explanation for himself and her.

Reid didn't know what to say to comfort the man, Reid swallowed, but most of the Shakespearean tragedies flashed in his mind, Reid was helpless and silent.

"Hey, Reid!"

Morgan stood at the door and shouted at Reid. Reid said goodbye to the man, but the man ignored him, and Reid walked towards Morgan silently.

"What's the matter, who is that man?"

"Close associate of the 1966 victim, Candicefergus."

"Huh? Why is he here?"

Morgan didn't expect them to meet the relatives of the victim who was killed so long ago. Morgan asked, "What did he say?"

Reid shook his head: "He said...he waited for 40 years."

"... Comeon. Reid, you know, some people can't forget the past, they will wait where they are, waiting for an ending, some people will abandon the past and move on, not bound by the past, whichever it is, it's theirs choice, and what we can do is to seek justice for those victims, to give an explanation to those victims, and to give an explanation to the families of those victims.”

Morgan held Reid's shoulder and squeezed it hard, Reid shrugged: "I know, I know...I just..."

Just a sigh... 40 years... is a long time.

"Ok, I asked the pastor. Maxwell Warren has been doing a volunteer job in the garden and has been doing well. He is now in the garden."

Morgan pointed in the direction of the garden, which was well cared for.

"Mr. Maxwell Warren?"

Reid is presumably polite to anyone, even a criminal.

"Yes, it's me, you are...?"

The old man in the garden stood up slowly. His hair was white, but his eyes were very sharp and aggressive. Reid was taken aback by the old man's aura. He was already 64, but he still looked healthy and tall. 1.8 meters, with aggressive muscles on the arms, compared with the young Reid, regardless of age, the 64-year-old Maxwell Warren can still knock down the thin Reid.

"we are……"